She couldn't do it. She couldn't keep living like this. Bethany knew she deserved better than this, so why didn't she just leave? Maybe it was because she was just too scared. Nothing scared her more than him and his friends.

But maybe it was for her sweet little Sarah Marie. , her perfect little baby. Sarah Marie was the most innocent, most perfect little thing in Raven's world. When Bethany was 14 years old, her mother died in a car accident. Almost immediately, her father started drinking away his depression. He was almost never sober anymore. Sometimes, when he drank a lot or had due drugs, he would get angry and beat her silly. He never laid a hand on Sarah Marie, who was only 8 at the time. She looked more like him than she did their mother. Unfortunately, Bethany looked more like her mother, with her long brown hair and hazel eyes. Her skin was somewhat tan (still kind of pale), like her fathers, but she had small freckles that graced her cheeks and button nose.

As time went on, she became known by four different names. To people outside the family, like teachers and officers, she was Bethany. To her father, when he was sober, she again was Bethany. Once he started drinking, she became Charlotte, her mother's names. Since Sarah Marie didn't really remember their mother, Raven was Mommy. Then finally, to her tight nit group of friends, she was Raven.

When she was young, her and her friends were obsessed with Teen Titans. She, as previously stated, was Raven, the dark one who was part demon yet deep down was a kind heart. Kami, her short bouncy friend who seemed to have way too much energy for a lazy girl, was nicknamed Beast Boy. Zak, the only word to describe him would be hipster, was there Robin. Tara, her best friend and georguse scene chick, was Starfire. Leaving then was Alby, a wall of a person with the intelligence of a toddler, as Cyborg.

Two years ago, they left her to her demise. She didn't blame them though. They all had to move on and head to collage. Tara had often written to her, mainly because Bethany didn't have a phone but also she was afraid of what her father might do seeing her on the land line. In her letters, she'd say how Tara missed her and that all she had to do was call or write and she would come running to get her and Sarah Marie away from her dad. One day, her dad got a hold of her letters from Tara and he beat her into unconsousness. Now she had no one to talk to.

That night, Bethany had had it. For two hours now she had been lying on the floor, naked and crying. Her father was unable to pay in cash his large bar tab at Shooters, so she paid…again. She couldn't understand it, but apparently a lot of men found her very attractive and had no morals. It became a regular thing for her now, her young body being traded over for a cleared bill. He did this with bartenders, drug dealers, friends of his, anyone that really wanted to was given her father's consent at her.

She looked around her as she painfully sat up. Her father was passed out on the kitchen floor, cocaine only half snorted. The man who had taken her that night was lying on their couch, sleeping heavily. Luckily, Sarah Marie, who was now fifteen, was spending the weekend at a friend's house. Bethany painfully stood and tip toed up to her room. Quickly and silently, she dressed in a pair of jeans and her favorite baggie long sleeved shirt. She didn't want to be cold as the night air would drop in temperature more. She slipped on her sneakers and came silently back down. The two men were still heavily passed out, but unnerved her anyways.

All she wanted was to be out of that hell whole, NOW! She didn't concern herself with getting supplies or even packing. She knew how to live off the land, he mother was amazing with plants, and clothes didn't matter. Once she got away, she would get a job and buy new clothes. Ones that didn't remind her of what happened the last time she wore them. Taking a brief second to look at her father, she headed to the back door.

"Charlotte?" a groggy voice called as her hand grabbed he doorknob.

She froze and looked back. Her father was now getting up from where he had been passed out. His look was wild with growing anger and she felt her body tremble. He stared her down, thinking she would crack like she always did. Still frozen, still scared, she stayed put as he moved forward and grabbed her arms vise like.

"And where the hell do you think you're going?"

She didn't have time to even think of an answer when he struck her. Bethany fell to the ground and winced in pain as he stomped on her ankle.

"Thinking of leaving me were you?" he said, grinning wickedly as he unzipped his pants, "Looks like you're going to need another lesson…"

Before she could get away, he was on her, trying to rip her jeans off. She screamed and cried and fought as hard as she could.

'No, she thought, 'No I won't be taken by him again.'

As hard as she struggled, he still managed to get her pants down far enough. He grabbed her hands and tried to pin them over her head. When his head got close enough, she head butted him hard enough that it split her skin there. He released her hands and instantly she scrambled to her feet and ran. She could hear his footsteps as he chased after her.

Bethany hadn't even realized what she was doing when she grabbed the lighter of the floor and lite it. As she flew out the back door, she threw the flamed lighter toward the curtains nearby. The curtains caught and erupted into flames. Almost instantly, everything else was catching as well. She couldn't hear his feet chasing her anymore, for he was trying to put out the ever growing fire.

Once she reached the wood as the border of her property, she risked a glance back. Now the house was engulfed in flames. She could hear the howls of pain as flames un-doubtfully claimed one of the two men inside. Her feet never stopped though as she continued, running at full speed. She didn't care where she ended up, so long as she was there.

The light of the fire lite the woods as she ran. Now she could hear footsteps again. Had he given up trying to save the other man and was trying to get her? Her heart sped up as she pushed herself harder to put more distance between her and the mystery person. She ducked and dodged passed trees, begging for the person to stop pursuing.

She wondered how deep these woods went. It seemed like she had been running for hours. Truth be told, she didn't even know if she was still being chased. All she could hear was the beating of her heart. The glow of the burning house faded and her surroundings were dark protruding. It was so dark; she didn't see where she was going.

Her feet fell from below her as she tumbled down a hill. She hadn't even realized that there were hills in the area. Stones and mud ripped and stained her clothes. She could feel a few of the stones cut into her skin. Bethany hit the muddy ground with a thud that took the wind right out of her. Her head hit the ground hardest of all drifting her off into unconcusesness. The last thing she saw was the light of a small house and the figure of someone running toward her.

'There's no way I'm gonna live through this,' she thought, 'Fuck it! Let who ever this is come and kill me. It sure as shit would move this death thing along quicker!'

And finally, she slipped into the darkness.

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